We settled in, had a delicious lunch on deck – endive salad and tomato and mozzarella salad. At 4:30 we walked over to the marina offices to rent a car (a Renault, of course) and to arrange for an oil change for the ship’s motor tomorrow morning.
We drove into Palma, a ½ hour trip, found a parking spot and walked around
the historic zone, starting by the cathedral. The area around the cathedral is lovely – small gardens, ponds and statues. And the façade is amazing, but we never got inside. Seems they close at 5:00, so we will try again tomorrow.
Clara found an “optica”, and while she bought new frames to replace her broken ones, we three sat in a café and people wa
tched and talked. We walked through the narrow streets with their balconies, past the Plaza Mayor – in search of a Corte Inglés. Of course, when we got there no one really had anything they needed from the Corte ingles – it´s just that no trip to Spanish territory would be complete without the obligatory pilgrimage. As they would not permit Jibe to enter the supermarket, we headed back to the car. It was now about 9:00p.m.
We were to meet friends of Clara and Jacques’ for dinner. The restaurant we had planned on was closed, so we ate in the dining room of the Royal Nautical Club, sparsely populated on a Wednesday night in June, but the food was delicious. Jean Ives is a professional captain, recently finishing a 15 year stint as captain of the private yacht of a European royal and on his way to Los Roques to take charge for a new owner. Marión lives here in Mallorca with her daughter Morgana, who is a local equestrian champion. They are lovely people and we enjoyed a special night.
Then back to the boat, a call to Venezuela and to bed, after 1:30.
We drove into Palma, a ½ hour trip, found a parking spot and walked around
the historic zone, starting by the cathedral. The area around the cathedral is lovely – small gardens, ponds and statues. And the façade is amazing, but we never got inside. Seems they close at 5:00, so we will try again tomorrow.Clara found an “optica”, and while she bought new frames to replace her broken ones, we three sat in a café and people wa
tched and talked. We walked through the narrow streets with their balconies, past the Plaza Mayor – in search of a Corte Inglés. Of course, when we got there no one really had anything they needed from the Corte ingles – it´s just that no trip to Spanish territory would be complete without the obligatory pilgrimage. As they would not permit Jibe to enter the supermarket, we headed back to the car. It was now about 9:00p.m.We were to meet friends of Clara and Jacques’ for dinner. The restaurant we had planned on was closed, so we ate in the dining room of the Royal Nautical Club, sparsely populated on a Wednesday night in June, but the food was delicious. Jean Ives is a professional captain, recently finishing a 15 year stint as captain of the private yacht of a European royal and on his way to Los Roques to take charge for a new owner. Marión lives here in Mallorca with her daughter Morgana, who is a local equestrian champion. They are lovely people and we enjoyed a special night.
Then back to the boat, a call to Venezuela and to bed, after 1:30.
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